Farewell...

Beregond packs up his luggage, chuckling at the fact that he's leaving with twice as many posessions as he arrived with. Too many stops in too many shops with too curious a hobbit will do that to one.

Pippin needed to get home in a hurry, seems he was missed in Hobbiton. I had thought he was joking when he said they couldn't get along without him, but it seems they might have been right. He's gone on ahead, and I'm sure our paths will cross again one day.

As for me, I've found a strange new home in a place called [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], which means my vacation here is well and truly at an end.

He hauls his bags down to the front desk, wondering where that bellhop is now. Duncan had incessantly hit on Beregond at least once a day during his stay, but now that he was checking out, he was nowhere to be found. But the moans coming from room 22 might indicate Duncan was a little tied up with another guest.